Remade
August 17th 2010 22:04
A friend of mine has recently gone through the same operation as the one I had back in February, 2009, that is, a prostate op to remove blockage between the bladder and the urethra. (Read this post as one example of the saga I went through.)
Once things had cleared up after the operation, I began to rejoice pretty much daily at being able to pee without hindrance. Until something is working as it should in the body, you don't realise just how much you put up with when it isn't. After having a common cold, for example, there seems nothing better than being able to breathe normally again; after breaking a bone, you realise - once you're better - just how marvellous the body is in all its workings.
The other night I hit myself badly on a rib I'd damaged in January this year - suddenly not being able to breathe deeply again without discomfort reminds me of just how much I've been taking for granted in the rib department since it healed.
In a future that I can't even half imagine (St Paul writes that we have no idea of the glories in store for us) my body, the resurrected one that's made for eternal life, will be perfect in every way. No more wearing glasses, no more false teeth of various kinds, no more creaking knees when climbing the stairs, no more potential arthritis in the fingers, no more breathlessness when I run just a few metres - and so much more. We can't even conceive how fit and healthy we'll be because as we get older we forget just how wonderfully supple and physically energetic the body is at its peak.
I can't say I'm particularly looking forward to dying - that's not a process that grabs me much! - but I'm certainly looking forward to a thoroughly remade body.
Once things had cleared up after the operation, I began to rejoice pretty much daily at being able to pee without hindrance. Until something is working as it should in the body, you don't realise just how much you put up with when it isn't. After having a common cold, for example, there seems nothing better than being able to breathe normally again; after breaking a bone, you realise - once you're better - just how marvellous the body is in all its workings.
The other night I hit myself badly on a rib I'd damaged in January this year - suddenly not being able to breathe deeply again without discomfort reminds me of just how much I've been taking for granted in the rib department since it healed.
In a future that I can't even half imagine (St Paul writes that we have no idea of the glories in store for us) my body, the resurrected one that's made for eternal life, will be perfect in every way. No more wearing glasses, no more false teeth of various kinds, no more creaking knees when climbing the stairs, no more potential arthritis in the fingers, no more breathlessness when I run just a few metres - and so much more. We can't even conceive how fit and healthy we'll be because as we get older we forget just how wonderfully supple and physically energetic the body is at its peak.
I can't say I'm particularly looking forward to dying - that's not a process that grabs me much! - but I'm certainly looking forward to a thoroughly remade body.
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